As I told you, I'd try to stand it." "That is well, Red Coat.

But it is not enough merely to wish for Black Rifle's bear steaks.

We will have a portion of them ourselves." "Now, Tayoga, your talk sounds a little wild to me." "But listen, Red Coat." The Onondaga suddenly put his fingers to his lips, and blew a shrill whistle that penetrated far in the forest.

In a few instants, the answer, another whistle, came back from a point a few hundred yards ahead, and Tayoga said quietly: "Red Coat, Black Rifle is waiting for us.

We will now go forward and he will give us our dinner." They advanced without hesitation and the figure of the dark hunter rose up to meet them.